Post by rainy on Jan 2, 2010 1:25:41 GMT -5
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[/color][/size] Thornfang
Name___
Gender___ Tom
Clan___ RiverClan
Age___ 73 moons
Rank___ Senior warrior
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Looks___ Thornfang is intimidating, to say the least. He is taller than the average cat with very broad shoulders. His body is nicely formed, retaining its youthful sprightliness even as he ages. Though he is approaching middle-agedness, he is sometimes mistaken for being twenty moons younger. Thornfang's physique is athletic, tightly muscled from tons of warrior duties over the course of his life. His legs are long and end in large paws with average-sized black claws that are expertly manipulated to their finest form. His build is not overly muscled or stalky though; he just has an extra bit of brawn. Thornfang's tail is long, providing a good sense of balance for the tom. His fur is bushy and of medium length though remaining on the short side. It's adequate enough armor to protect him in battle.
He has in fact been in many battles, as evidenced by the numerous scars he maintains. The most noticeable one is on his right hindleg, parting the fur from the thigh to the paw. His leg was broken many moons ago when he had been a new warrior in a fight between Clans in an accident involving a fierce ThunderClanner and a rock. It never fully healed and on cold days it often aches, especially before rain. In addition, Thornfang favors it slightly and if you look closely you can see him walking with a limp. That does not affect the rest of his posture -- his head and tail held high, steps as energetic as when he was an apprentice, his walk would best be described as majestic. You can see in the way he moves that he takes pride in his noble Clan and heritage, and will give his life to protect his Clan.
Thornfang is a dark golden brown tabby. Black stripes cascade down his back and tail. He has black-tinged ears with little tufts of fur on there, providing evidence of his Maine Coon heritage. A stocky neck leads up to a large triangular-shaped face with a strong jawline. His nose is pink with gray spotting which can sometimes detract from the macho appearance he tries to put forward. His eyes are a hazy blue color, sometimes seeming to turn violet in the right lighting. Most often they carry a calm look, as does the rest of his face. Throughout his warriorhood he has acquired much wisdom and often has a thoughtful demeanor. His fur is noticeably lighter and darker in several areas; various shades of golden brown that all flow together. His legs darken to the point of his having black paws. The underside of his muzzle is white, as is his chest and underbelly.
Thornfang is a handsome tom, though looking at him the word that would spring to mind is 'distinguished'. He maintains a well-kept appearance, trying not to let dirt and who-knows-what infiltrate his coarse fur. The strength he's had all his life remains in him today as can be seen by his wide-set shoulders and athletic build. His pawsteps are surprisingly light for a tom's, and he walks with an air of knowledge and wisdom.
Personality___ The tom is not the kind of cat that jumps to conclusions or the kind of cat that 'goes with the flow.' Thornfang insists on thinking things through before he makes his decisions, which often leads to younger cats being annoyed with him. In the end, though, it's served him well. He is the intellectual type who dislikes following the crowd and enjoys his independence. When insulted or challenged, he will respond calmly, and strongly prefers that violence not be used as an answer to a situation where it could otherwise be avoided. Nevertheless, he is a battle-worn fighter and will stand up for the rights of himself or his Clan if need be. He is not afraid to let his voice be heard. He is gruff and often seeks to compromise if there is a conflict at hand.
That said, the tom doesn't trust people easily. It takes a while for him to warm up to outsiders and even longer for him to even consider them a friend. Once you're his friend, though, Thornfang is fiercely loyal. He would never betray someone or tell a lie for his own personal gain. In addition, Thornfang is brutally honest a lot of the time, and will not hesitate to tell an annoying apprentice or otherwise what he thinks of them. He maintains this level of honesty at all times: if he doesn't want to be somewhere or do something, he'll make sure everyone knows before he does it. Not to say that he constantly complains about everything -- just about the things that make no sense to him.
He has a playful side that comes out mostly around kits and close friends. Thornfang likes to maintain a mysterious air around others who don't know him, but as a senior warrior already has been acquainted with many elders and warriors from other Clans, so a lot of the time this effect is lost on them. He enjoys socializing at Gatherings and with cats outside the Clan so long as it does not put his loyalty or his Clan in jeopardy. He's had some experience with choosing his Clan over a cat he dearly cared for, and so knows what it feels like to get attached to someone you can never truly be a friend to. Therefore, he tries not to talk to loners and rogues, but is open to friendships with cats from other Clans. Sometimes his loyalty is called into question, but now that he's a senior warrior this issue is left alone.
As for the subject of love, Thornfang doesn't want a mate. After his heartbreak so many moons ago he only looks at she-cats as friends and equals, not as lovers. He will probably grow old without a mate by his side and it's perfectly fine with him. He dislikes easygoing cats who flirt a lot and don't take their duties seriously. Thornfang does have a sense of humor, but silly-minded individuals who disrespect Clan values simply annoy him. However, he is the one person you can trust with anything, and will always take the most honorable route available for any problem.
History___ Thornfang was born to a litter of four. He had two brothers and one sister; they were very close-knit growing up. He easily socialized and fitted in with the many other kits around the camp. That season had been a prosperous one in terms of kittens, and so Thornfang made many friends that grew to become lifelong friends as they became warriors. He was never short of she-cats to choose from, but all the ones he had known since kithood regarded him as a friend and he thought of them in the same way. Therefore it just didn't feel right to take one as his mate. He ignored the longing he had for someone beside him as he turned into Thornfang from Thornpaw at the age of twenty moons. For several moons he devoted himself to his warrior duties, soon gaining an apprentice named Frostpaw whom he treated like a daughter.
At one point he had been out on a patrol with his apprentice when he caught the scent of an enemy Clan. Telling Frostpaw to continue the other way, Thornfang crept up on the intruders. It turned out to be a whole patrol of ThunderClanners, two toms and a she-cat. Sensing a potential invasion, Thornfang was about to turn and tell Frostpaw to warn the camp when he saw another invader: a badger. He glanced up in fright as it paraded onto RiverClan territory, attacking the ThunderClanners.
He wondered why they weren't moving and then he saw that the badger had another cat by the leg and was dragging it along. The patrol surrounded the animal and made several attempts to dislodge their fellow Clan cat, but to no avail. That was when Thornfang saw an opening. As the badger turned the other way with another cat slammed into its head, he darted out from the undergrowth and ripped its belly open. The beast screamed as he continued attacking it, only getting hit once on the back by a claw which turned out to not be such a serious wound.
The cat was let go from the badger's grip and he rushed to its aid. Instantly he was enthralled: it was a she-cat, and a beautiful one at that. Her leg had been mangled by the badger and her amber eyes were full of pain. She looked up at him with eyes full of appreciation, and he merely nodded before returning to the battle. They succeeded in heavily wounding the badger and hopefully it would later die. Then he confronted the patrol. Gruffly, he ordered them off the territory, but helped them take their beautiful near-martyr back to camp.
He saw her again at a Gathering, and soon they fell in love. Moons of a whirlwind romance ensued in Fernfrond's pregnancy. She was a ThunderClanner, he was a RiverClanner; it would never work. In addition, Frostpaw -- now Frostfur -- was vying for his attention in vain and was getting progressively suspicious and jealous.
One night he met Fernfrond, heavily pregnant, at the border. She broke it off between them for reasons that were clear from the beginning. Thornfang was heartbroken... but he knew she was right. Watching her trek away, he was overcome by a sense of loss and went to the camp downtrodden. Frostfur had seen the entire exchange. But she wasn't so manipulative or evil as to expose him -- she felt compassion instead for her former mentor. They remain close friends to this day.
Thornfang has no idea what has become of his offspring. Fernfrond hasn't spoken to him since that time and makes a point of avoiding him at Gatherings. Now, with all the drama with Duskstar swirling about the forest, it's a safe bet that he'll never get to see his kin... or at least not for a long, long time.
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Family___
Father: Blackwhisker
Mother: Lightstep
Siblings:
•Larksong (female) (RC warrior)
•Bramblefur (male) (RC warrior)
•Mistclaw (male) (RC warrior)
Offspring:
•Dusk (female) (loner) - by Fernfrond
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•Blackstripe (male) (TC warrior) - by Fernfrond
Password___ Aurora
Other___ Nuthin'
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